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Subject: {ASSM} Castle Blackbern (A Winter Solsice Story)
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 Castle Blackbern (M/f, con; gang rape, ghostly revenge)
 By 
 Lisa and Sharon BYMSAP@aol.com

	Jeremy followed the rest of the group as they
 proceeded towards the end of their tour of Castle
 Blackbern.  He had spent the last two weeks wandering
 the countryside of western England discovering as many
 of its mysteries and delights as possible.

	As he had always had a passion for castles and
 the Middle Ages, he had included as many castles and
 old ruins as he could in his explorations.  This stop,
 he felt, had been something of a waste.  He had learned
 nothing new from the lack-luster guide, and the castle
 itself was far from being a better-preserved specimen.
  
	For some reason, this tour was concluding in the
 castle's Great Hall.  The guide was going into a now
 all too familiar litany about the castle's alleged
 ghostly inhabitants.  Why did tour guides feel the
 necessity of ascribing a supernatural presence to their
 castle?

	One Broderick of Westshire had apparently sacked
 this castle and put all of the castle's inhabitants to
 the sword.  The castle's princess, Gwenyth, was alleged
 to roam the ruins and the castle grounds every 70 years
 or so seeking a body she might possess and so seek her
 revenge against all men for the slaughter that had
 occurred here.

	The guide did not know, nor did he care, about
 the true extent of the horrors experienced by the
 inhabitants of Castle Blackbern.  He might have learned
 that Gwenyth had in fact lived within these walls. She
 had been the daughter of King Geoffry the Just, and his
 wife, Queen Fayleen.   

	Life in King Geoffry's little kingdom had been
 peaceful and pleasant.  He was a wise ruler and his
 land had been blessed with prosperity.  Gwenyth was his
 sole child to have survived and he loved her dearly. He
 and the Queen contemplated which of dozens of suitors
 might offer Gwenyth the best possible future and the
 greatest happiness.

	Though many of her contemporaries were long
 since married, the King and Queen so loved their
 daughter that they were in no hurry to be rid of her.

	The peace of the region was broken when Sir
 Broderick of Westshire pushed westward seeking to
 expand his domain and wealth at the expense of his
 neighbors.  Sir Broderick was at best a loutish man
 with base tastes who was the polar opposite of King
 Geoffry.  Where Geoffry was enlightened, Broderick was
 ignorant.  Where Geoffry was cultured, Broderick was
 crude.

	That Broderick was as yet unmarried was not
 surprising as noblewomen fled from him.  Broderick
 cared not as his tastes ran toward corpulent kitchen
 wenches, the larger and more numerous the better.

	Geoffry's entire kingdom palled at the though of
 falling before a man such as Broderick, but fall they
 most certainly would as Broderick had many soldiers and
 mercenaries, all as brutal as he.

	While Geoffry's men were gallant and courageous
 fighters, they were vastly outnumbered by Broderick's
 hordes.  

	Sick at heart at the thought of her father's
 kingdom falling to Broderick, and depressed further
 that she was not a man and able to wield a sword on her
 father's behalf, Gwenyth prayed ceaselessly that a way
 might be found to prevent her father's seemingly
 inevitable defeat.

	With Broderick and his forces less than a
 fortnight away, Gwenyth realized that while she
 certainly was not a man who might take to the battle-
 field, she was a woman who might fight with the weapons
 God had given her. She rushed to her parents and
 pleaded with them to offer her hand to Broderick.

	Her parents raged against the suggestion!  Her
 father swore he would die first!  Her mother sickened
 at the thought of her daughter and the pig Broderick.
 But Gwenyth's logic won out for she pointed out to her
 father that his responsibilities extended to his sub-
 jects, and she pointed out to both her parents that
 should Blackbern fall to Broderick she most certainly
 would not be free to marry a more suitable man.  

	Geoffry and Fayleen felt naught but grief as
 they sent word of their offer to Broderick, and both
 felt ever so much worse when Broderick unexpectantly
 accepted.  Knowing that only through her wits and sex
 might Gwenyth preserve herself and bend Broderick to
 her will, in the brief time left before Broderick's
 arrival, Fayleen instructed Gwenyth as well she could
 in the ways and manners of pleasing a man.  Though she
 would go to Broderick a virgin, Gwenyth would certainly
 not go to him ignorant.

	Too soon Broderick arrived at Blackbern and
 promptly proved that the vile rumors of his countenance
 and demeanor were all vastly understated.  Geoffry's
 soldiers pleaded for permission to strike out against
 Broderick and his men.  Though they would certainly
 die, they would take Broderick and many of his men with
 them, for they too loved sweet Gwenyth and despaired at
 the thought of her bartered off to this man.

	Geoffry could not sacrifice his honor though,
 even for his daughter, and dismissed his men as he
 sadly went to the Great Hall for the surrender of his
 daughter.

	Broderick stormed into the Great Hall with cries
 of "Where is she?"  There to meet Broderick and his men
 were Geoffry, Fayleen, and Gwenyth.  Gwenyth's outward
 beauty betrayed none of her inner anguish.  She was a
 magnificently beautiful young woman, lithe and
 statuesque, with flowing coppery-brown auburn hair that
 gleamed from the evening sun pouring through the window
 behind her.  Backlit as she was, her lush young body
 was clearly outlined through the thin white gown she
 wore.  

	Broderick strode up to Gwenyth and grasped her
 gown.  With one pull he ripped it from her body.  She
 now stood naked before the assembly and though her
 fists were tightly clenched there was no other
 surrender of her poise or dignity before this outrage.

	Naked, Gwenyth was even more magnificent!  Her
 soft white skin was flawless.  Her conical breasts
 swelled proudly on her chest standing forth as firmly
 and defiantly as Gwenyth now stood before Broderick.
 Her smooth flat stomach terminated at her lush mat of
 pubic hair as her long legs tapered gracefully to the
 ground.  Gwenyth's inner charms surpassed her outward
 ones.  She was intelligent, witty, and pleasant.  She
 was a woman with whom a man might spend a lifetime of
 happy years.

	Gwenyth's glories were wasted on Broderick.
 Ruined by a lifetime of fat wenches as ignorant as he,
 Broderick could comprehend only quantity and was unable
 to recognize quality when presented with it.

	"What is this skinny baggage?" he roared!  In an
 insane rage Broderick ordered the castle sacked and its
 inhabitants slaughtered!  His men promptly and eagerly
 spread out through the castle to carry out Broderick's
 orders.

	Geoffry's men were quickly slaughtered.  Though
 a few managed to mount a defense, it was far too little
 and far too late.  In no time the men were dead and any
 female within the walls herded to the Great Hall.
 There, before Geoffry, Fayleen and Gwenyth, Broderick's
 men began to strip and rape the women they had found.
 No consideration was given for rank or station as old
 nurse Desmira, who had faithfully served Geoffry's
 father before himself for all her 67 years, was raped
 alongside Colleen, a cook's daughter, all of 10 years
 old.

	Even sex proved no barrier as several page boys
 found themselves bent over tables and impaled on the
 phallic lances of Broderick's men.

	Before he was killed, Geoffry was forced to
 witness the stripping, raping, and disembowelment of
 his good wife Fayleen.  

	Gwenyth witnessed all of the room's horrors as
 soldier after soldier tore into her body.  Usually
 singly, some went so far as to rape her anally while
 another was busy with her in a more traditional
 fashion.  One soldier, apparently unable to wield
 nature's weapon, buried the hilt of his sword into her
 ravaged cunt.   The pommel smashed and ruptured
 Gwenyth's uterus, while the wire wrapped handle ripped
 the tender flesh of her womanhood. Surrounded by
 screams and cries, Gwenyth mercifully expired.

                         -=*=-

	The guide concluded his tour with the usual
 pitch for gratuities and commenced to move the group
 towards an exit from the hall.  "What a load of bunk!"
 thought Jeremy.  The group's orderly exit was marred
 when some fat slug of a woman slipped and fell.

	"Surely Sir Broderick would have liked her,"
 came a voice from behind Jeremy.  He turned and beheld
 a beautiful young woman.  She was tall with the most
 beautiful coppery-brown auburn hair he had ever seen.
 To describe it as simply auburn would be to degrade it
 for it seemed to possess a radiance of its own! Though
 he just knew that she would have a figure to match her
 face, he could see none of it as she was wearing some
 sort of robe that covered her completely from her neck
 right to the ground. 

	"Hello," Jeremy began.  "I don't remember seeing
 you on the tour earlier."

	"I have been here for a while," the beautiful
 girl replied.  "I know of a lovely place.  Wouldst
 thou care to see it?"

	Quite taken with her, Jeremy nodded dumbly and
 followed the girl as she turned and exited the Hall.
 The voices of the tour group faded behind them.  Up
 some stairs and down a corridor, Jeremy and the girl
 emerged on the castle's battlement.  She walked toward
 the edge of the battlement, then turned and faced
 Jeremy, the setting sun behind her making her lovely
 hair gleam and shimmer as though an inner fire
 illuminated it.

	"You're right," Jeremy said.  "This view is
 certainly something!"

	Reaching to the clasp of her cloak, the girl
 said seductively, "It was not for the fields and
 forests that I brought you here."  With those words
 she shrugged the cloak from her shoulders and let it
 fall to the ground.

	Jeremy's mouth dropped open noiselessly as he
 stared at the luscious naked female standing before
 him.  Hers was the most exquisite body he had ever
 seen.  Her skin seemed unreal it was so flawless.  Her
 firm breasts thrust proudly forward surrendering not
 at all to gravity's pull.  Her taut, flat abdomen rose
 above a thick mounded tuft of pussy fur that was the
 same glorious color as the hair on her head.  She
 cupped her full breasts in her hands and pulled and
 pinched her nipples making them stand even more erect
 than they heretofore had.

	Observing the bulge that was rapidly forming in
 the front of Jeremy's slacks, the girl was well aware
 of the effect she was creating.

	"Doest my Lord approve of what he sees?" she
 asked coquetishly.  Jeremy could only nod dumbly.

	"Wouldst my Lord care to disrobe as well then?"

	The girl stood watching him, silently stroking
 her breasts as Jeremy quickly stripped off his clothes.
 When he was naked she lay on her cloak that she spread
 out and with a single word instructed Jeremy to watch.

	Her eyes never leaving his, she allowed her
 fingers to flow over the swollen mounds of her breasts.
 Her long fingers rolled her nipples and slipped lightly
 over the swell of her firm, ripe treasures.  Down over
 her tight stomach they rippled until they reached the
 thick forest of hair at her junction.  They playfully
 explored this forest, ultimately tugging on the hair
 making it appear even more full and mounded.  Lower her
 fingers worked, rubbing over the full thick lips that
 flanked her sex slit.

	The sight before Jeremy was overwhelming.  She
 was so beautiful!  She seemed to exude sexuality!  It
 was all he could do to wrap his hand around his
 painfully swollen cock and squeeze it and pump it in
 response to this bewitching creature masturbating
 herself before him.  Closer and closer Jeremy came to
 spurting his release.

	The girl sensed this and raised her legs,
 spreading her thighs widely.  The full lips of her
 cunt parted, offering Jeremy a glimpse of the delight
 within.  With her hands by her knees the girl held
 herself fully open, offering herself to Jeremy.

	She stared straight into his eyes and asked,
 "Does not my Lord desire me?"

	Still speechless, Jeremy threw himself on top
 of the girl and settled himself between her legs.  His
 throbbing cock stabbed blindly at her crotch as Jeremy
 tried desperately to find her lush opening.  On one
 lucky thrust, the head of his cock slipped between her
 full cunt lips and he plunged deeply into her waiting
 tunnel.  

	So driven was Jeremy by his lust that he did not
 quite comprehend that this cunt he was so buried in had
 none of the warmth of other cunts he had sampled.  This
 cunt was cold!  But its tightness did register with
 him.  When he tried to withdraw from her body, the
 muscles of her womanhood clasped him so tightly that he
 felt as though his cock could be ripped away if he
 tried to withdraw fully.  Only short strokes were
 permitted, but short, staccato thrusts were exactly in
 keeping with his obsessed, lustful taking of this
 beautiful young woman.

	So lost was he in his own pleasure that Jeremy
 failed to notice the waves of agony that passed over
 the girl's features.  A strangled primal scream leaked
 forth from the girl's throat, but Jeremy, misinter-
 preting her cry, believed she was vocalizing her
 pleasure and falsely coaxed her on. 

	"Oh yeah baby!  Come for me!  Come for me!"

	Harder and faster he drove into her bringing
 himself closer and closer to release.  The girl could
 feel Jeremy's approaching climax as the pace and
 intensity of his thrusts became more obsessed.

	"Oh my Lord.  Wouldst thou give me thine
 essence?"  The girl asked.

	"Oh yes baby," Jeremy moaned.  "Oh yes!"

	She again asked, "Wouldst thou freely give unto
 me his life essence?"

	"Oh yes baby," Jeremy again moaned mindlessly.
 "Oh baby!  I'm coming!"

	Jeremy's drove his hard shaft deep into the
 girl's receptive well.  His body stiffened and he
 shuddered as spurt after spurt thudded into her depths.

	An eerie smile passed over the girl's lips.

	"Then enjoy thy moment of pleasure as though it
 were thy last as a man."  The girl added, "For most
 truly it is."

	Her words only barely managed to filter through
 Jeremy's post-orgasmic haze, but they registered
 sufficiently for him to lift his body off hers and look
 into her face.

	She looked back at him and her eyes took on an
 unearthly quality.  She began to laugh.  Indeed for
 some reason, Jeremy immediately realized that this was
 the first time since he had met this girl that a sad
 and pervading gloom did not seem to hang about her.
 As she laughed a red mist slowly began to form about
 them.  Her eyes continued to bore into Jeremy's soul
 and they sparkled as she continued to laugh.  Her body
 began to take on a translucent glow as the mist grew
 denser and still she laughed.  Her translucence changed
 to an ever-increasing degree of transparency as the
 mist seemed to cling to Jeremy and still she laughed!

	Panic overwhelmed Jeremy. He tore himself away
 from the girl and stumbled backward, his eyes never
 leaving hers.  His flesh tingled and crawled.  Without
 another thought but to escape Jeremy scrambled to his
 feet and fled the battlement.  Down through the stair-
 ways and corridors of the castle he ran.  Through the
 now deserted Great Hall, out through the courtyard, and
 out of the castle he ran, the echoes of the girl's
 haunted laughter still ringing in his brain.

	To the fact that he was totally nude he gave no
 thought.  To the fact that his flesh seemed to pulsate
 with an energy of its own he was barely conscious.  To
 the sensation that as he ran his stride was changing,
 his cadence altering he could not expend any mental or
 physical energy.  To flee was all that mattered!  To
 escape!  Blindly, frantically he ran.  Down the
 approach road from the castle to the main road where
 exhaustion and panic overtook him and he collapsed.

                          -=*=-

	Jeremy first became aware of the low, murmured
 sounds about him.  His consciousness seemed as though
 submerged in a deep, deep well.  Though he kept swim-
 ming and kicking toward the surface he never quite
 seemed to arrive there.  It always seemed just a little
 bit beyond him.  And it seemed as though the body he
 was trying to propel was not his, as though the arms
 and legs he was moving did not respond as he knew they
 should.  To compound matters, there seemed to be a
 force that kept pulling him back.  Something that
 didn't want to let him reach that surface.

	Slowly the distance to the surface diminished.
 Jeremy opened his eyes.  It took a moment for him to
 realize that the sounds about him were nurses methodi-
 cally going about their duties in the hospital he was
 apparently in.  As he lay there trying to bring his
 mind into focus, a nurse walked into the room.  Her
 face lit up when she saw he was awake.

	"Oh dearie," she cried.  "You have no idea how
 we've worried about you.  Let me get the doctor and
 tell him you've awakened.  You've no idea what a lucky
 lassie you are!"

	Though still far from totally conscious, Jeremy
 was still mentally alert enough to be struck aback by
 the nurse's words.  Lassie?  He staggered out of bed
 and across the room to a basin.  When he looked into
 the mirror above it, gazing back at him was a magnifi-
 cently beautiful young woman with thick, radiant auburn
 hair. 

	Jeremy cried out, but what issued forth was a
 soprano scream.  He immediately passed out.

                          -=*=-

	She lay naked in the bed absentmindedly stroking
 the lush pelt at her delta and the deep pronounced
 cleft between her legs.  Her stroking was more as a
 background to her contemplation than it was an attempt
 at physical stimulation.  She could not comprehend why
 some remote corner of her brain felt itself to be male.
 She heard the heavy footsteps of her physician, Dr.
 Johnson, coming down the hall.

	As her door opened, rather than attempt to cover
 herself, she pushed the bedcovers down further with her
 foot and spread her thighs wider apart.  

	Dr. Johnson froze in the doorway, riveted there
 by the magnificent sight before him.  He had romanced
 many women, and as a physician had seen and examined
 hundreds more, but never had he experienced the power
 and magnetism of a woman's body such as he felt now.

	The girl's eyes did not waver as they bored into
 his soul, but the good doctor was more obsessed with
 the pure female power that emanated from this beautiful
 young girl.   His eyes were locked on her fingers as
 they danced and caressed over the moist folds of woman-
 hood spread before him.  His cock rose in his trousers
 making a huge and most unprofessional bulge.  For the
 first time in his practice, Dr. Johnson felt his pro-
 fessional demeanor and detachment slipping away only to
 be replaced by an overwhelming lust for the sexual
 enchantress before him.  

	The girl beckoned to him and he approached her
 bedside as if in a daze.  She reached out and cupped
 his cock bulge through his pants.  Gently she kneaded
 and squeezed further inflaming him.  Overcome with
 desire, Dr. Johnson loosened his slacks and pushed them
 down.

	The girl grasped his passion-engorged cock and
 tugged it gently, forcing the doctor to climb onto the
 bed with the girl and position himself between her wide
 spread thighs.  She placed the head of his cock at the
 entrance to her cunt and let the good doctor do the
 rest.

	Swiftly he sank his cock into her depths.  His
 mind blotted out all thoughts other than the desire for
 relief within this girl's body.  Rhythmically his cock
 pumped in and out of her tightly clasping cunt.  

	The girl heard a nurse's footsteps approaching
 and she began screaming, "Oh dear God!  Help Me! Some-
 one please help me!"

	The nurse rushed into the room only to be con-
 fronted with the sight of Dr. Johnson's naked buttocks
 frantically rising and falling as he drove his penis
 into the moist receptive snatch beneath him.  The nurse
 too began screaming as she futilely attempted to pull
 the doctor's body from atop the young girl.  

                           -=*=-

	Calm had been restored on the floor.  Dr.
 Johnson had been taken away by a constable.  His
 associate sat next to the young girl's bed. 

	"I know you have been through a tremendous
 ordeal, but if you could just bear with me for a bit
 longer.  I really do need a bit of information for my
 report."

	"I understand," said the girl.

	"Now, if I could have your name,"  the constable
 asked.

	"Certainly," replied the girl.  "My name is
 Gwenyth."


                        -The End -

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